I live a few blocks away from a high school, and in the early evenings this time of year, I can often hear the murmurings of the announcer at the school football games, the soft roar of the crowd, and the occasional muted clashing of the marching band from far away.
It makes me feel so happy and cozy and content to hear these familiar sounds, carried in on the just-beginning-to-chill fall air. Because it reminds me of some wonderful things about my life these days that I tend to take for granted: that I am not in high school, that I am not at a football game, and that I will never, ever have to be in high school or at a football game ever again.
Hang in there, kids. It does get better.